Bye Bye 2011 and Bye Bye Cyd

I hope all you peeps had a wonderful Christmas.

Ours was fairly quite. As usual, most of Christmas day seemed to be spent in the car travelling between family members and also our trip to the crematorium.

Christmas, this year was slightly sad as we lost one of the members of our family. Cyd died just before Christmas. She was a Cornsnake. She was the first corn that Dad had ever had. She was very mild mannered and loved being handled as long as she knew who it was who was doing it. I was never allowed to close to her (or any of the others) but I saw there many times with Dad and the kids as they grew up. Ben (who is now 16 and about to join the army) always called Cyd his snake and he was particularly hit by her death. Mum and Dad's eldest grandkid (Nyle) also loved handling Cyd and his love of all our snakes is because he felt comfortable with her. RIP Cyd.

NYLE & CYD

I hope you all have a wonderful time over the new year and that 2012 is really good for you and all my anipals out there.

Happy Xmas to all my readers

This will be my last blog before the big day. So I would just like to wish all of my readers a wonderful Christmas.

I hope you have all that you can wish for. 

I hope that after Xmas I can introduce you to some of my friends. A special Xmas lick to all my friends on Twitter (Lilly, Daisy, Tora, Hector, Billy, Quinn, Tilly) and, of course, to Henry. You are all very special to me.

HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE

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Hot Stuff (Part 3)

I hope you have all enjoyed my comments about the Adonis that is Henry. I am sure that you will agree that he is a very special dog. Our relationship is also special. The intense conversations we have are so exciting. Henry says that since he met me has can't sleep because he is just waiting for our next chat.

Some doubters have asked how a suave sophisticated gentleman from the big city has anything to do with a northern girl like me. I just smile and tell them that once you have had a Yorkshire lass, you never look back

I LOVE YOU, HENRY

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Hot Stuff (Part 2)

I don't know much about Henry's past. I have asked about to see if there are any skeletons in his cupboard but all I hear are good things. His Mummy says he is an angel but she would!. Some people say that he used to be "a bit of a lad" and he was a fancy dresser. Some say he even had a perm once but I can't believe that.

But I don't care what people say about him. I know his heart belongs to me now and that he would never even look at another bird

Hot Stuff (Part 1)

This is my fella.

His name is Henry and he lives in London. Which makes him really important. I think he must run the country or something. That's what happens in London. I have heard that London is bigger than Rovram (but I am yet to be convinced)

We met on the tinterweb. We both tweet a bit too much. When I first laid eyes on him, it was love at first bite. He has muscles in his drool. We haven't actually met yet but we is in love. His Mum is very protective of him but I am sure I can charm him away from her and we can be together for ever. 

Henry says that when he was growing up, he only ever thought about food but now that he has met me, he never even looks at food because he is thinking of me all of the time.

I will tell you more about Henry in my next blog. If I write too much about him at once I get a bit faint!

I am one lucky dog

Just a bit of history about me. I used to belong to my Dad's son in law (Phil). He has a goshawk and a falcon and does all the proper hunting and stuff with them. I was trained to work with him and the goshawk and to do all the pointing for them. It was hard work and we used to go miles but I was good at it.

Then Phil and his wife (Sarah) had puppys. First came Nyle and then Nieve. Phil was very busy at work and I was not getting worked as much so I was spending a lot of time in the house with the mini peeps.

Then Mum & Dad lost Millie (who I introduced to you in an earlier blog). Everyone was sad. Even me because I used to see Millie a lot. Mum & Dad wanted to get another dog and Sarah & Phil thought it would be best for everyone, if I went to live with them.

It was great because I didn't have to work and I now get spoilt. I still see Phil, Sarah and the mini peeps lots but I is always glad when we get in the car to go home 'cause I don't want to work anymore. I love the lazy life.

So, I think I am a very lucky pup to have had a second chance and to be enjoying an early retirement!

This is me and Nyle. He's cool

Winter. Is it good or bad?

Cold nights snuggling up to Mum & Dad in front of the fire. Seeing friends and family that we don't see often around Christmas. Snowy days on the nature reserve. All of these things are plus points for winter but, on reflection, I hate it. I hate it for one reason and this is it:

Dad calls it The Wobble Box. I call it heaven.

Although it is a tourer, it never moves. It is on a site near Bakewell, Derbyshire. Very close to Dad's favourite pub (strange, that!). Some of the greatest dog walking country is so close. We walk down the old railway line, explore the woods and paddle in the river while M&D feed the ducks.

We go there most weekends in the summer as it's only 45 minutes from home. We also spend 4 full weeks up there. The thing I love most about it is that it means M&D are not going to work and it is all about Hieki. Splendid.

The site is closed for two months (December & January) and that is why, winter sucks